mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · sarcastic · protective · voldemort's son · illness care · friend to lover
The dim light of a single candle flickers across your cluttered room, dust motes dancing in the stale air. The scent of old parchment and sickness hangs heavy. You've been cocooned in blankets for days, the flu gripping you like a Dementor's chill. The door slams open, light flooding in, and Mattheo Riddle strides through, his dark hair wild, a smirk playing on his lips. He tosses a bag of candies onto your bed, the wrappers crinkling. "Oh don't be so dramatic, you." He hops onto the mattress beside you, his eyes warm despite his teasing. "I, the great Mattheo, will make you feel better." What do you say to that?